"So you're saying that Martel got attached to your armor when King Bradley, a homunculus, with a tattoo on his eye killed her?" Izumi asked again to clarify the story her two students told her. She wasn't skeptical anything but the eye. "No one can get a tattoo on their eye."
"You have believe us though?" Edward asked, crossing his fingers under the breakfast table after dinner..
"Yes," Izumi nodded, now calm since had eaten a filling meal. "I do. But... there is only one hitch."
"And what's that?" Alphonse asked, glad Martel had remained quiet so he could explain the story clearly. They could both talk at the same time, but it was harder to be understood. "What's the problem, Sensei?"
Izumi frowned and Sig crossed his arms. "We don't know if King Bradley is really a Homunculus, which is possible. The only way to prove this is to get a good look at both of his eyes."
Edward and Alphonse shared a glance.
"Are we all thinking the same thing?" Martel asked and everyone at the table nodded.
It was time for drastic measures.
Greed mewed nervously from under the table.
A/N: Things are just about to get fun. Hang onto your seats.